Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.